Chapter 1
Rarity swung the match with her magic, killing the flame before dropping it in the waste basket. The candles were set around the counters of the boutique, their scented wax filling the air around her with the smell of fresh, wet flowers in the spring. It reminded her of Fluttershy, briefly, but she knew that it wasn’t for her. The vibrant chandelier hanging from her roof was too bright, Dash had complained, and so she switched to the candles to spare the poor pegasus’ eyes from the searing pain.
Rarity made one last trot around the room to make sure everything was where it should be. The curtains were pulled and the blinds shut and locked on every single window. Just enough light was there for both of them to be able to see, and any light colored fabrics were stored away where they should be; anything bright enough of a color to stain red was behind locked cabinets. Everything was perfect, and it had to be - for Dash.
Rarity pulled herself onto her couch as she waited for her arrival. It was late at night, as it always was during her visits, but she couldn’t tell exactly what time it was as the moon was closed away behind the thick fabric of her curtains.
Her eyes slid shut as she laid out on the plush sofa beneath her, body void of her typical nightgown. It was warm in the room, at least, and it would just be stained during her visit, anyway, so she didn’t need it. The freedom of nudity was a comforting one, she thought, before her mind drifted off to sleep before she even realised what was happening.
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Rarity’s eyes shot open at the touch to her nose, the unicorn jerking away and pressing herself against the back of her sofa to avoid a repeat. It took a solid few moments, her pupils rapidly shrinking out of sheer fear as she stared ahead, but finally let the breath she didn’t notice she was holding go before relaxing into a steady breath. “Dash,” she said, letting out another sigh. “You scared me.”
Rainbow Dash stood in place, leaned forward with her nose less than an inch away from where Rarity’s had been. Her eyes were closed, but as they opened Rarity recognized their blood-red color instantly. It was dark, but even in the low light Rarity could see that despite Dash’s eyes growing in intensity, the rest of her body had faded in color. That vibrant shade of sky blue that made Dash hard to see in the sky, sometimes, was now a pale color that was vaguely blue, mostly gray, and while her mane hadn’t lost that familiar rainbow color, it, too, was growing pale, more reminiscent of a painter’s easel where colors were haphazardly brushed about than her namesake. Two stark white, sharp teeth poked out below her upper lip, just far enough to be visible.
“Sorry,” Dash squeaked out after a long pause. She looked down and away, eyes focusing towards the floor rather than Rarity.
Rarity sprung into action as soon as she began to shy away, reaching out a hoof to tilt Dash’s head back towards herself. She stroked lightly at her chin, shaking her head as she did, a genuine frown creasing her features. “No,” Rarity said, using that stroking to pull Dash closer. “I should be apologizing. You did nothing wrong.”
As Dash’s muzzle approached Rarity’s, the latter puckered her lips and drew in for a kiss, meeting her mate halfway. Dash’s lips were cold to the touch, a sharp contrast to her own warmth, but she never did mind that part of Dash’s change. A foreleg draped around Rainbow’s withers, pulling her in closer as they held their embrace - but it only took a few seconds for Dash to pull back and break their kiss.
“Rarity,” Dash said, voice soft as ever. It was nearly a whisper, just loud enough to be a casual conversation, hushed as if she were worried someone else in the room would hear. “I need to... you know.”
Rarity’s frown returned with renewed depth, the unicorn a slight bit hurt by their embrace being broken. She immediately felt selfish, though, and nodded quickly, erasing that frown and shifting positions on her couch. She spread out lengthwise, pushing her hooves to either side of the sofa and leaned against the back, giving plenty of room for a second pony.
Dash jumped on the chance to lie with her marefriend, her wings extending out of sheer relaxation and drooping lazily to her sides. She crawled onto the space dedicated to herself and collapsed beside her, giving a happy sigh as she felt Rarity’s warmth radiating through her.
Dash lifted a foreleg to wrap around her back, but paused and jerked the hoof away as soon as she felt a shudder run through her mate - only to be gripped in a magical glow and have her foreleg forced down to Rarity’s withers, the unicorn not allowing her to back away. “S-sorry,” she sputtered out, glancing back down towards the cushion below her.
“Don’t apologize,” Rarity chided, turning to stare Rainbow right in the eyes. A sincere glance, one with nothing but love as she leaned in to give Dash a small nuzzle. “It isn’t your fault. You’re chilly, you’ll warm up.” Rarity leaned her head away, resting her cheek on the back of the couch.
Dash caught on, though the idea had never left her mind completely. This was their usual arrangement - Dash was suddenly aware of the towel beneath them both, and leaned in closer. Her free foreleg wrapped around Rarity’s front, hugging to her chest as she pressed herself in fully, no longer concerned about making Rarity uncomfortable in her grip.
Rarity swallowed hard, and Dash was able to trace the slight bulge running down that sleek throat. Each pulse of Rarity’s heart was easily able to be felt as it traveled through her, that rapid beat heightening her senses with each push. She pressed her snout against the neck before her, the force of her heart beat resounding against her nose as she parted her lips slightly, letting her tongue slide out and brush lightly against that delicious neck the unicorn had.
Dash shuddered slightly at her taste - that familiar taste she’d grown used to over the past months. A growl of hunger rolled through her body and into the open air, and Rarity’s ears pinned back against her head. There was still the slightest fear in her, each time Dash had fed from her, but experience convinced her there was nothing wrong.
Dash nipped with her fangs lightly, not hard enough to even inflict pain. She glanced once more at her stiotic mate, unwavering in her faith that she was in good company - there wasn’t an ounce of fear playing across her face, betraying her body’s natural impulses.
It was all Dash needed to feel comfortable herself. With not so much as a word, Dash sunk her fangs in. Those pearly whites stained red immediately, and there was a sharp gasp and a tiny flinch from her meal, but then she was calm, a deep breath being pulled in before her breathing returned to normalcy.
A small stream of blood seeped out from around her fangs, a few droplets traveling down the side of Rarity’s neck and covering small trails of her coat with red. Dash’s fangs retreated, and the flow increased once it was uninhibited, but no more stained either of them. Her lips clamped around the mare’s wounds and suckled lightly, and Dash couldn’t help but let out a light moan as she lapped up the blood, coating the inside of her mouth entirely with her marefriend’s life force.
Dash rapidly found herself growing more and more eager now that she had surpassed her feelings of guilt. Her forelegs clung to Rarity harder, the parasitic vampony’s pulls becoming more and more firm as she sucked at the holes in her side, guzzling down each and every droplet of gore that seeped out of her neck. She let out another long moan, a small bloody foam appearing at the sides of her mouth as air passed through the stream.
Dash clenched herself to Rarity’s side, pressing her entire body against her. Her wings, lazy as they were, were slowly growing stiffer and gave small, involuntary beats as she glutted herself on the rich, pure blood from the side of her throat, her tongue joining with her lips to lap and play with the holes she’d made, forcing them to stay free flowing and prevent any form of clotting from stopping her feast.
“I-I even kept away from any alcohol, Dash,” Rarity cooed, her horn activating to tweak adorably at Dash’s ears. “Even wine. Because I know that... that’s how you like my blood,” she said, a warm smile spreading across her lips.
Dash would have responded were her mouth not preoccupied - a genuine, heartfelt thank you for her concern and selfless sacrifice, but it would have to wait. Dash sook a better position over her marefriend; her body grew uncomfortable as she lie twisted and hunched over on the sofa, and the only way to go from here was up.
A rear leg was hooked over Rarity’s haunches, and she felt Dash tugging at the base of her tail as she pulled herself up. She squeaked, slightly, as Dash’s weight shifted to above her, those forelegs now hooked around her crest rather than her back, and her grip was no less. In their movement, a small spurt of blood leaked out, splattering against the towel underneath her - exactly the reason it was placed where it was.
Rarity became keenly aware of a source of heat radiating from Dash, standing out against the pale background that was the rest of her cold body. It was just over her rump, now, directly between Dash’s rear legs. “Well,” Rarity commented. “At least I know that part still works.”
It took Dash a moment to realize what she was getting at, but after a few sucks at her neck, there was a pause. Rarity felt the mare on her back tense up a little before going back to suckling at the holes, and Rarity couldn’t help but let out a cheerful giggle at her marefriend’s embarrassment.
“I am getting rather light headed, though, dear,” Rarity said, beginning to twist her neck just slightly - not hard enough to tear herself away from Dash, but enough to give her the gist of things: she was trying to break away. “Have you had enough?” She knew the answer was yes, as she could feel the slight bulge of Dash’s full stomach against her back, pressing harder against her spine with each draw the vampony drank, but she knew it was best to allow Dash to go at her own pace.
The predatory pony got the idea, though, and after only one more little gulp, she pulled away, holding a hoof against the holes as her mouth left them. She pressed hard against her neck, blocking the wounds from bleeding too much as she waited for it to clot. It was hardly perfect, however, and a good deal of crimson still leaked out, coating the hoof in red along with a portion of Rarity’s white neck, but there were no complaints from either mare.
“Thank you,” Dash said, squirming into her marefriend’s back.
Rarity picked up on the squirm near instantly, that horn glowing as a light haze of blue covered one of Dash’s forelegs and gave a light tug towards the empty space beside her. “You are very welcome, dear. Now, then, how about you let Rarity take care of you, hm?”
“Take care of me?” Dash asked quizzically, pulling the magically gripped hoof, trying to keep herself atop her marefriend. “You already did, though.”
Rarity let out a hearty chuckle, shaking her head as she did. Her mane bobbed and patted against Dash’s cheek as she did. “I satisfied your hunger, yes, but there’s more that you need. Just let me help.”
That light tug became a firm pull, sending Dash toppling over to the spare space on the sofa. Rarity was on it immediately, despite her light-headed protests, standing up on all four hooves with ease. A foreleg reached out and pressed to Dash’s chest, pushing her over onto her back which came entirely unresisted.
Dash lie confused, a look on her face stating that she still didn’t quite follow. She picked up on her marefriend’s intent, though, as soon as a pair of legs straddled her on the opposite side and Rarity prodded lightly at her inner thigh.
There was a musky scent rapidly filling the air now that she was entirely exposed, the undeniable spicy scent of arousal. As both mares picked up on the smell, they reacted differently: Dash simply blushed furiously at her attempts to hide her arousal were completely seen though, Rarity licking her lips.
Once exposed, Rarity jumped on the opportunity. Her horn flared up, glowing blue and in the same instant there was a dull push at her nethers - a light prod with a ethereal phallus, one that prodded and parted her lightly, teasing her.
Dash squirmed at the sensation, reaching a foreleg up to grip at one of Rarity’s back legs. Bracing herself. Rarity chuckled to herself - now she understood.
“Just relax, darling,” Rarity eased out, smiling wide as she did. That hoof around her ankle pulled hard as that magical toy pushed in harder, the feeling of an immense stallionhood filling her mound and parting her a good distance almost instantly.
It was a new feeling - one that wasn’t unwelcome, however. The magical phallus was warm to the touch, filling her otherwise cool body with a heat she hadn’t felt in at least months. A long moan filled the room, an exasperated gasp following it right after.
Rarity giggled to herself as the mare below her tensed up, leaning in with her mouth to press at her thigh. A long trail of nibbles littered the inside of her leg, trailing down towards that open slit with increasingly harder bites until she reached her honeypot before jerking away. She acted entirely in harmony - as soon as she pulled her head away, that ethereal penis did too, only the flared tip remaining within her before it pushed back in, deeper than it had before.
It was only a warm-up, however. Rarity had no intention to let her magic have all the fun, and as soon as she heard another strained moan force it’s way out of Rainbow Dash, she bit down hard on her return trip to her crotch.
Dash jerked hard out of surprise at the sudden pain. Her leg ached as those hard, flat teeth dug into her flesh, and both of her forelegs wrapped around Rarity’s sturdy rear legs, the pegasus jerking up as if she were trying to escape. “R-Rarity!” Dash screeched, her voice affected by her shock. “That hurt,” she whined out, but both of them knew that it wasn’t a complaint, nor was it fear.
A long, slick trail of blood flowed from the bite mark, Dash’s thigh having it’s skin broken. It took a tug and a wrenching of her head to do it, Rarity lacking the sharpened teeth that allowed Dash the privilege of easily breaking skin, but it was a minor amount of effort compared to the pleasure it gave them both.
“It’s only fair, Dash,” Rarity chided, that inorganic phallus pulling itself out with a wet schlick - my, that spell even came with natural sound effects - before her horn lots it’s glow. “You made me bleed. Do I not get to do the same thing to you?”
The cold crimson blood flowed freely, and the bite was placed with expertise that Dash was unaware Rarity had in her. A sharp hiss escaped her lungs as the cold liquid rushed over her lap, coating her warm pussy with blood, her pale sky blue coat and sex suddenly stained red.
“Cold, dear?” Rarity asked, but already knew the answer. “Let me warm you up a little,” she eased out, the pitch of her voice strained by just how wide she was really grinning. With that, a trail of kisses moved from the wound, each peck of her lips trailing more and more blood before she reached her prize, that slick cunt covered in both arousal and gore, a light kiss pressing right against the exposed, coated clit before her snout pressed in against the actual slit itself.
Dash bucked slightly, her hips rolling as the snout parted her, pressing that damp sex harder against the snout within her. Now spread open, nothing stopped the flow of blood from trickling into her deeper folds, each passing moment causing more of the blood to pass her protected mound and roll across her inner organs, the little trails of gore tickling on their way down to deeper parts of her body.
A whole new level of ecstasy spread through her body as Rarity twisted her head to the side and opened her muzzle, opening her even farther as her tongue slid out and lapped lightly at the first of the velvety ridges within her. The coppery taste of blood wasn’t lost despite the vampirism, untainted by the transformation, and though it wasn’t a familiar taste to Rarity, it certainly didn’t seem to diminish her excitement one bit. If anything, it pushed her deeper, the top mare stuffing even more of her mouth into that eager slit.
Rarity was able to push deeper, now, and Dash was able to feel that experienced tongue reach nearly as deep as the magical phallus had earlier, eliciting a loud moan from the undersexed pony. Wider spread allowed even more blood to gush into her, that wound not seeming to clot even the slightest bit, a sheet of slick crimson coating her thigh, rump and mound, trickling down onto the towel underneath, sparing the sofa from meeting the same stain that had covered both ponies.
Dash’s hind quarters tinted blue, now, as that horn reactivated to lend a helping hoof. Dash swiveled her hips again as that phallus returned, but this time it bared down on her exposed, bloody clit instead. The ethereal penis was just as firm as it had been earlier, only this time, there was a slight vibration added into the fray. It acted like a toy you could find at a Saddle Street sex shop, the rhythmic pulse of it’s charged core giving her quite a rise.
Both ponies could see the light at the end of the sexual tunnel, the sensation of all the blood, the tongue and the magical sex toy working it’s real magic on Dash’s pent up desire. Rarity felt those lips clench around her snout, and there was no denying what would soon be coming.
Rarity pushed in ever firm, cramming her entire muzzle within that passage between Dash’s legs. She was up to her cheeks in sex, quite literally, and with that final push Dash’s rear legs clenched in tight, squeezing her bloody thighs around Rarity’s face. She was coated in blood, now, and Rarity briefly wondered how she would get crimson out of her mane, but no matter how much effort took, the result was worth it.
One final act took her over the edge, finally, as that magical phallus ran in a circle around her red clit, the vibrations kicking up to previously unexplored levels. One lash of her tongue grazed the exact same depth that the magical toy had earlier, and Rarity felt a tight squeeze around her snout as she assaulted Dash with pleasure.
Rarity pulled back lightly, edging out enough of her snout to dodge the torrent of climax that soon followed. Timing her withdrawal with Dash’s spasms, she avoided the gush of blood and femcum that spurted out of the mare under her, the blood in the surrounding area having it’s color diluted by the semi-clear liquid that rose up from under her.
Rarity let out a light giggle as she finally pulled out, Dash’s thighs unclenching from around her face as soon as that peak of arousal faded, leaving the bottom mare very out of breath. Dash from below poked lightly at Rarity’s rump, and as requested she stepped to the side, steadying herself before trotting off the edge of the sofa and onto the floor.
Rarity swooped around and planted a peck on Dash’s cheek, a red stain sitting in place in the shape of lips. “Can I get you anything else, dear?”
“No,” Dash said between gulps of air, lying still in an otherwise exciting evening. “I... I think... that was awesome, Rares.”
Rarity grinned massively, running her tongue over her lips to clean the blood that clung to her mouth away. It wasn’t so bad, she thought, the taste of blood. “I am very pleased to hear that,” Rarity admitted openly, leaning in to plant another smooch on Dash’s forehead, this one clear of any gore. “Now, I know you need to leave before sunrise, and I have to get all this blood washed off before it gets too deep to clear off - I should go bathe. I hope to see you again, love,” Rarity said, standing in place and looking down at Dash.
“Yeah... of course,” Dash said, though despite the mention of needing to leave, and soon, she wasn’t quite up to the task of standing and flying off. “I love you, Rarity.”
“And I love you,” she answered, giving the mare a light nuzzle before she pulled away and turned around. “Stay safe, dear.”
“You know I will,” Dash answered, tossing her head back against the sofa and took another deep breath. “I always do.”